How is it to be me
I don’t like to slow things down.
When I feel for it I do what I can.
It gets me all around the town, 2 times.
I don’t stop until I get what’s mine.
Until I have it on my head, the dime.
Holding it close to my heart and when it starts,
loving the fluttering.
It can be dangerous too.
If I don’t get control over you.
The demon that makes me so crazy.
It makes me so possessive.
And I am trying.
But I can’t stop being.
I’m getting more needy.
Too passionate it got me where I am.
Hello darkness I’ll find light again.
So stubborn with myself love it’s vain.
My head can barely take this thought.
Pushing limits I get too far.
Only want to be on top.
So I keep telling myself.
Slow down take a step back, just take that minute.
I am too passionate. Following the bait
Sometimes it feels good too.
So good to be into.
Rushing all the way up high, to white clouds I do.
It’s my filthy little habit.
I know that I’m good at it.
Wanting more like an addict.
You can’t see it even if I do act like it.
These triggers are getting stronger.
Those shivers I’ve been longing for.
This girl is working harder.
There are some things that only she knows.
I am too passionate. Following the bait.
It can be a good and a bad thing.
When you're done you feel it lingering.
Cursing you to go and keep following.
Your common sense must be struggling.
Cause I’m too passionate.
You won’t get it.
Following the bait.
Just say goodnight.
I mean it.
It’s getting late.
I am passionate.